Mommy Philosophy

I am slowly going through our house, organizing and getting rid of things we don't need.

As I was going through the bookshelf, I found my baby parenting books. I started laughing. The books once so dear to me, that I slept with them on my nightstand for quick referral were nothing but a joke to me. I threw them into the "recycle" bin. The only reason that book worked with my darling firstborn is because his personality matched the book. Trying to apply that program to lovely second born was like pulling teeth. She didn't match the ideas in the book.

I wish I never read it!!! The book sucked the joy out of infant hood, the last thing that I needed. I don't need to be comparing my children to a stupid book. I certainly don't need to worry that my child isn't doing what the book says. Children are their own book, God created each of them like a little amazing puzzle. Trying to shove my children into a little mold, will not be tried again.

And another thing, that book is the last thing that I needed. The book was too stringent, the last thing I need. I am already too stringent. This book encouraged me to make them as independent as possible. Yet, I have a tendency to want the children to be totally independent from the moment they are born. Ha ha ha... I have a five year old that will not put on his Velcro shoes and often refuses to feed himself.... ha ha ha. He can entertain himself for a total of three minutes. Then there is my two year old. She can play independently or with the dog for the entire day, but at night, needs my attention every hour! Ha ha ha.

I should have read a book totally opposite to me. I should have read a book that made me think that the children would need me every moment and and that they would never sleep through the night. A book that told me they would have bad table manners and that it was just a matter of exploration and scientific learning!!! At least I would be delighted with their antics like not putting on shoes and not sleeping through the night. I would giggle as I walked down the hall to my screaming Sierra at 2 am. I would have had a book to tell me that this is totally normal and that she just needed a little more mommy time.

Maybe I'll become a baby wearer with my third! At least a little closer to that. I need to be going towards the center here... I think that I should change. They are going to take my every single moment for these years, it is my chance to teach them and mold them. Weston is already five... it does fly. To cherish the baby years instead of wishing them to be over . Why it took me five years to figure that out I don't know! God, life and age the best teachers--- NOT SOME SILLY BOOK!

I know this is a little unclear, but I just have been thinking about my mommy philosophy and have not been liking what I see---- so forgive my ramblings.